Rebellious Affiliation

EVARA

A club? He has "work" in a freaking club?

And this man drives his car like he own the fucking road. I wanted to change my clothes from my night suit but he got out of the parking so fast that I couldn't stop, so I got in my car and followed him. Which brought me here in a club.

There's a queue at the entrance and can't wait and looking at my outfit they won't even let me in. But I need to see what Arlo has "work" here. Act like you own the fucking club. Ignoring the people behind as I go towards the entrance, two guards at the door bow at me ? And open the door without asking for my I'd. What the hell? How come they didn't ask any questions and let me break the queue?

Whatever, I have more important things to focus on right now. As I enter the club smell of sweat, alcohol and arousal hits me. Scrunching my nose and ignoring the people's stare I go towards the bar. It won't hurt for one drink. I sit on the stool and motion at the bartender, "Whiskey on rocks" he nods and start making my drink. He is in his late twenties I guess. As I look in the crowd for Arlo. But few people caught my eyes.

"Hey, why does some are wearing mask?" I ask the bartender. "They don't want to be seen" he said as he slides my drink to me. "Why?" I ask him sipping on my drink. He lean forward "Have you heard the term mafia?" He whispered through the music. I want to laugh so hard, heard ? I have lived my whole life in mafia and will do in future. But I don't tell him that. "Yes, sort off"

"The masked ones are mafia people or work for them, they don't want to be seen in here as it can spoil there reputation but they wear mask so no one can identify them" he said with a keen interest.
Oh okay now I get it...

I saw the mask man going towards the secluded area. The urge to see his face is heightened, please don't be the one I am thinking. As if knowing someone is following him he stopped abruptly making me flinch backwards. Fuck that was close. Phew.

He is giving me an angry look. The lights are making it impossible to make out his eye colour. He is probably pissed that I am following him. His gaze lowered to my body and specially what I am wearing. What? can't a girl wear nighty at a club. Someone needed to break the stereotype. It was me. He was turning again probably in a hurry to God knows where and to do what. I made an attempt and grabbed his hand.

"What the fuck is your bloody problem? See I know you're dying for me but listen hear slut-" one moment he is standing infront of me and the next he flying across the glass door breaking it to pieces.
"Call her slut again I dare you" Arlo growl besides me. What is he doing here? Fuck shit I followed him obviously he will be here you dumb fuck.

As if that was not enough he went and grabbed his collar pulling him to stand on his feet only to punch him in gut and throwing him across the table.
"Arlo! Fucking hell! Leave him. He didn't do anything. I needed to talk to him. Arlo!"
God he is looking animalistic and had gone mad not even listening to me and my doing. What should I do, fuck. I needed him alive to know if he was the one.

"Arlo please leave him I need to talk with him please. There's something I need to know you can't kill him yet"
"What the fuck you want to hear from this fucker."
"I can't tell you that"
"Either tell me or I'm killing this rascal"
He is not listening and throwing jabs after jabs at him. He is punching him spluttering blood from his mouth. I wonder he can even speak after all this. His jaw must be broke and so will be his ribs no doubt.

"I need to know if-if ..."
"Fucking speak" he is still throwing punches at him.
"Fucking speak you bitch or else he'll kill me" that guy said.
"Who the fuck gave you the permission to talk to my wife." He took his knife out and stomp on his foot making him open his mouth to scream but taking this chance Arlo grabbed his tongue and sliced it. Making the guy to put a hand on his mouth to stop the blood. He is crying not able to keep it. Blood is spluttering from his mouth.
"Arlo fuck why did you do that"
"He called you a bitch."
"I wanted the truth now how the fuck will he speak?" I snapped back totally annoyed by his little game.